New York Dimout, Andreas Feininger, 1943. (by Endless Forms Most Beautiful)
No one can move me
The way that you do
Nothing erases the feeling between me and you
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.
What’s interesting is if you look at origins of the marijuana prohibition in this country, it coincides with a rise in anti-immigrant sentiment… really since the early years of this century, the war on marijuana has been much more a war on the sort of people who smoke it, be they Mexicans or blacks or jazz musicians or beatniks or hippies or hip-hop artists. It’s really been a war on nonconformists and the laws against marijuana have been used as a way of reasserting what are seen as traditional American values.